by L.W. Seeley, Jr.
Report from The Front
To begin with, the maps were no good,
and the scouting reports, sketchy at best,
conflicted. The weather reports were delayed.
Internal communications were out.
Estimates of enemy strength and intentions were varied,
but each report was accepted as gospel.
One thing was certain – we were cut off.
An occasional flare overhead revealed
our vulnerability to unseen enemy eyes.
A flash of brilliant light, a staccato burst of fire,
a few more down, writhing but silent,
like a parody of pain.
Everyone fought for the Right.
Each expected the other to quit.
All were angry and afraid.
One final objective: to live until morning.
A few might make it. To begin again.